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Saturday, August 1, 2009

shifting the plates

whenever you say what you really mean
red hot material oozes from a crack
a blackened fingernail grows between two continents
Posted by castlewon at 9:45 PM

1 comment:

farmlady said...

Oh my God. This gives me goosebumps.

August 4, 2009 at 2:34 PM

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